This is a song about "Sit the bench"

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Want to learn shut the fuck up and quietly sit

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

As i sit here amplifying the beats

Put the glocks on the bench pull out the knife ur fear laden eyes widen u start begging for ur life

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

From the bench to the ball

Baby, let me give you a call

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Sit back and ingest the truth//

I'm tired of being on the bench wanna be a starter

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Young fools eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves